Warren's water orbs continued rotating, but his confidence in their effectiveness had evaporated entirely.
'Mira's wound would have killed her if she hadn't dodged at the absolute last moment. One casual slash from a standing position, and he nearly bisected an SS-rank fire mage in her Contractee State. The power differential is off the charts. We're not fighting someone slightly stronger. We're fighting someone operating on a completely different tier of capability.'
His blue tattoos flowed faster, water responding to the spike in his internal stress despite his outward composure.
'Three hundred years of experience. Forty-two Soul Wardens eliminated. Countless high-level combatants were defeated through superior tactics and coordination. And none of it matters here. Alaric isn't just stronger. He's so far beyond our capabilities that tactics become irrelevant. It's like trying to defeat a natural disaster through clever positioning.'
